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Surprise! Another random update. I know, they literally come out of nowhere with no context and no general timeline. My bad. I always have really bad writers block, so as always, enjoy what I actually did manage to get onto paper.

There will be a few more chapters, so stay tuned!

Thank you all!

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He rested the gun directly above Skye's heart with his free hand and shoved the door open, allowing the sunlight to flood in and the musty, damp air to flow out.

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Much to his surprise, there was only one guard standing outside. He may have even mistook him for a stray White Light thug if it weren't for the giant S.H.I.E.L.D. logo plastered on everything he was wearing. The agent jumped as the door slammed open and immediately raised his gun.

"Drop it! You shoot me, I shoot her. And that wouldn't look to good for you- letting Agent Coulson's and unwavering, contemplating what to do. He held his gun so tightly Skye thought it might shatter into a million pieces. "Would it?!" The agent slowly lowered his gun to the ground. "Kick it here!" he ordered. Skye's head was hurting more in the sun. It was so bright she thought she might go blind.

The agent did as he was told. He kicked it over, and as the muscle bent to pick it up, he quickly pressed the button on his comm, allowing for Fury, the strike teams, Coulson, and his team to hear what was going down. the Director's favorite agent die- would it?" the muscle yelled. The young guard stood there,

"Ok, now get on the ground," the man ordered. As soon as he had spoken, the thug's sorta-incognito cover had been blown.

"Micheals, report?"

"Micheals, who is speaking? Over."

"Micheals, hold point on your door. We still have an agent unaccounted for." Much to Micheals's luck, only he could hear these frantic responses through his earpiece. When he didn't respond, the chatter over the comms because more rushed and confused.

He slowly did as he was told, not wanting to risk his or Skye's life. He dropped to his knees, and then to his stomach, stretching his arms out as far in front of his as they went.

"Okay, now don't you move. I'm coming to you," the White Light pawn mumbled. He dumped Skye on the ground near the door and huffed his way over to the man laying on the ground, clearly also affected by the blisteringly hot sunlight.

"Micheals, report."

"Micheals, what is your status?!"

"Strike Team One, report to Micheals's position- do not blow his cover."

The thug made his way over to Micheals, searching him for any hidden weapons. He confiscated the agent's sidearm, along with the AR he was carrying. He pulled the cuffs from the utility belt and cuffed Skye to Micheals. Skye groaned, just too exhausted to fight back. The thug also managed to get in a couple of punches into both of the agents' guts, making them both grunt and causing Skye to finally faint. One particularly strong hit to the ribs sent excruciating pain through his body. He heard a crack- one of is ribs had snapped. He screamed out in pain, causing everyone listening over the comms to call out to him.

Micheals turned to look at the battered and bruised girl. He'd barely known her, but had seen her walking through the Hub once or twice. He grimaced at the sight of her. She looked just terrible.

The White Light member started pacing. No one was responding to him on his radio.

"Damn it, they can't all be dead, can they?"

"They aren't dead, most of them are just captured," Micheals offered, "You're likely the last one free. They'll do anything to catch you."

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"What's going on, Hill?!" Fury screamed.

"Sir, Micheals isn't responding. He activated his earpiece earlier- we think that Agent Skye is with him and that they are in danger."

"And?"

"We've moved all strike teams into ready position. I was coming to ask for your go-ahead."

Coulson ran back into the plane, drenched in sweat. "Sir, I ran four laps around the entire compound. She isn't inside! She- shes- she gone.." Coulson's eyes became huge with realization. He'd lost her, got her back, and lost her again. This was all his fault.

"No Coulson, we think we've found her. She's with Agent Micheals-"

"Who?"

"Agent Micheals, Coulson. He is part of Strike Team 3 and was guarding one of the exits when we lost communication."

Coulson took off again, running as fast as he could to find her.

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The gun was leveled at Micheals's head. The thug had panicked when he'd realized he was alone.

"No no no, you don't understand. It's good that you're the last one left- you have leverage-," Micheals was trying to not only distract him, but keep an eye out for backups, knowing they were coming and trying to subtly block Skye.

"No! I need a way out! I need- I need like a- a plane or something!" The gun was flying wildly around, close to firing right into the duo with every movement.

"No listen, if you let Agent Skye go, and keep me, they'll let you live. Because I'm a higher level agent, I'm obviously higher value, so they'll care more about my life than hers." He knew this wasn't true. S.H.I.E.L.D. could be corrupt. They didn't always value individual lives- only squadrons or entire teams. And he knew that Skye was much more important to the Director because she was important to Coulson.

"No! Even so, two hostages are worth more than one!"

Dang it, he'd really hope that would work.

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Coulson rounded yet another corner of the building, finally seeing one of the strike teams. They were hiding behind a corner, apparently watching a scene go down. He ran up to them, panting.

"What are you all waiting for-"

"Sh!" one of the agents practically yelled at him, defeating the purpose of the 'sh' in the first place. He peered around the corner, finally understanding their hesitation. Skye and an agent were backed into the wall of the compound, being practically guarded by a White Light agent.

"Strike Team 1, is your sniper in place?" the lead agent whispered.

There was an unintelligible response followed by a gunshot. Coulson panicked, jumping around the corner. His fatherly instinct told him he needed to get to Skye. He was met with a blood-covered sight. To his relief, all the blood seemed to belong to the enemy. He followed the shot's line of fire, which led him to the barrel of a long, sleek sniper. It was in May's hands. She stood up, dropping the rifle like it was a toy, and started sprinting to the two agents in peril alongside Coulson. May broke the handcuffs with her bare hands. She helped Micheals to his feet, regrouping with the Strike Teams as Coulson picked up a still unconscious Skye and walked her back to the plane, to tired to run. The whole way there he was whispering to her- "Hey, it's okay. I've got you now… I'm so sorry."

Once the group arrived at the plane, a group of medics took Skye from his arms, laying her down on a stretcher. They started calling out seemingly random numbers which only Simmons and Fitz understood.

"Thats everyone then, Coulson?" Fury asked from behind him.

"Yes."

"Good then, let's get you and your team home."

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